Morte (Lovina Violenza)
Kitchen
Morte closed the door behind her, her face hot and her expression a mask of annoyance. She didn't feel like talking to anyone, not even Starshade, especially not after that newbie who happened to be with him had to go on about love and romance. It was almost the same with most guys - expecting girls to be hopeless romantics fans of that mushy schtick. Who did he think he was? Some love doctor? The redhead didn't see herself as that sort - not anymore at least. She had done it once, and all it brought her was grief in the end. If it wasn't for Francois, she and her little brother would have still been in Italy, and not at the mercy of the police for at least a few more years.
She grunted as she shuffled towards the kitchen counter, where several plates lay waiting to be washed and dried. Unfortunately, kitchen duty, as much as it allowed the teenager to cook, also meant that she had to clean up right after. Rolling up the sleeves of her jumpsuit, she turned on the tap and plugged the sink, allowing it to fill with cold water. As she tied her hair into a high ponytail, a piece of paper under the kitchen's lone window caught her eye. It was as if someone had dropped it from outside. Could it be? She thought, before shooting it down in her mind. Of course it wasn't. After all, there were probably cameras outside, waiting to catch anyone who could possibly be passing in notes. However, clean-up was still part of her job, so she went over to it and picked it up, pocketing the crumpled piece. If she was going to look at it, it would be in the privacy of her own cell, out of the cameras' sight.
Cell
Some time later, Morte was finally back in her cell after finishing the dishes. She lay belly-down on her bed, taking out the paper she had retrieved from the kitchen. Nobody was in the room with her, though she was certain that her roommate was definitely someone she knew, someone who she could trust, unlike the newcomers, most of whom she didn't even recognize. She spread the paper out in front of her, and saw to her surprise, a short line of text scrawled on the sheet. Though it was messy, she noticed some familiar curls characteristic of her brother's handwriting. So damn clever, that boy, she smirked a little as she translated the text in her head. No cameras here. Inamorato had apparently thought ahead and decided to use something relatively unknown about her - that she could understand and speak in Russian. If there were really no cameras outside the kitchen window, then all she had to do was bypass the camera in the kitchen…and she already knew that said camera had a blind spot. The ceiling was about nine feet off the ground, and though she didn't know anyone nine feet tall, she did know one who was particularly tall and broad, and another who was small and light.
Oh, yes...she thought, a plan starting to form in her mind. All she needed to do was approach the right people for the effort - and she knew plenty. Perhaps, if she could find out who the hell was next in line for kitchen duty, it would help her formulate something more concrete…but knowing about outside and the camera's blind spot was a start. She got up and stepped out of her cell, the bitter thoughts of romance pushed to the back of her mind. Right now, she had much more important things to think about - including her freedom and fucking up the system.
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Inamorato
Yard
Inamorato hated being cramped up in the staff quarters, even if it was just his first day around. Mainly because he felt so…restricted. He wasn't a prisoner, yet he felt that he was, with all the cameras seemingly watching his very moves. He was supposed to be helping his older sister in her efforts to break out, yet he only managed to slip one note…who knew if she even received it? Now, after dinner, he found himself at the yard, drinking a cup of coffee as he observed the prisoners, not that he made it obvious. All he wanted to do was find out whether the new ones could be trusted with a back-up plan, should Morte fail to receive the message. He saw Starshade passing by, and decided to ignore him. The blond was definitely familiar with Alec, and he wasn't about to be worried over him. In fact, this was one guy that Inamorato was sure he could trust with a back-up plan.
His eyes fell lazily towards the gap in the fence of the outdoor gym, where some of the inmates were working out, and others were…not. Many of the faces were definitely unfamiliar to him, though that didn't mean that they were not untrustworthy. He just had to make sure, of course. Two prisoners were talking to each other, one of them was a girl he recognized, and the other was a guy that he didn't. Felice tried to listen; he was too far to make things out clearly, but he could pick up a few bits, most of them about the runes and the robbery. However, he was close enough to hear what happened next. The girl, Resonance from what he recalled, snapped her fingers a few times, and a loud bang echoed like a gunshot in the air, causing the ersatz guard to step back. Thinking quickly, he decided to act like a guard did, as not to give himself away.
"Hey, one more of that and I'll cage both of your hands, Walker!" he shouted through the fence, not sure if she even heard him. Not that he was entirely serious, he just had to play his role. Resonance then walked out of the gym, and another girl started talking to the same guy, this one unfamiliar as well. Felice turned away from the window and saw Resonance pacing across the yard. A third figure emerged from the front door, this one with a familiar ponytail, and a visor covering her eyes. It was none other than Morte, his big sister. He noticed her approach the two people in the yard, and he grinned to himself before heading back inside. If he recalled correctly, the basement was rather small for such an expansive building, too small in fact. Wine cellars were a lot bigger, and those were already on the smaller side in terms of basement area. Was there a room he had missed?
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Morte (Lovina Violenza)
Yard
It was only thirty minutes before Morte had to get back inside once again, and she knew that she had only so much time to obtain the information she needed to execute her plan. Felice passed her by, and she could have sworn that he winked at her. It was his note alright, and she was slightly comforted by the confirmation she received. Resonance and Starshade were the only two in the yard, and she decided that she was going to ask them about their assignments for the next day. Mammoth was at least seven feet tall and very heavy, either of them could ride on his shoulders with ease to disable a camera. It also helped that she knew both of them. She would have had a more difficult time trusting anyone who just arrived. However, a voice interrupted her, an oddly annoying voice to boot. She saw the boy from lunch waving and calling out to the ones she happened to need at this very moment.
"Hey, assholes!" she called as she jogged to where the group was. The night was quickly closing in, and she was glad for the cover of darkness. Stepping closer to the two, she glared at the blond boy and draped her arms around Starshade and Resonance.
"You again, cazzo?! Someone really needs to be confined 24/7…" she growled, her tone clearly pissed. She wasn't going to let him ruin her plans however. Instead, she pulled the two along with her as she led them back to the front door of the facility, dragging them inside, past the cell blocks and towards the far end of the corridor. Nobody seemed to be around. After checking the corridor once again, she dropped her voice. Now, she wasn't at all used to talking softly, but it was the only way to keep herself safe from the powerful surveillance cameras catching her voice, or any of the people who might step in and overhear her. She had to make things clear and swift. For all she knew, the annoying boy was going to follow them in.
"Now tell me…are any of you on kitchen duty tomorrow? Got something about the path outside the kitchen window right here," she murmured, patting her pocket discreetly, before glaring at them through her visor with piercing lilac eyes. "C'mon now, I don't have much damn time, I still have to talk to Mammoth. Now, whomever of you goes to the kitchen tomorrow better not be afraid of heights, damn it…and not be afraid of ruining a camera. This is fucking important. And whoever isn't…we'll need a distraction. The only thing I could think of would be a food fight, so prepare yourselves for a dirty day…any priss would get left behind. I still have to figure out what to do with the electric fence, and get back to my source," she continued whispering, trying not to look around, just to make sure she looked like she was just sharing some gossip.